Crowley, in Aziraphale's french revolution voice: I hAvE sTanDaRdS
this has probably been done before BUT Aziraphale makes these little snake hats for Crowley
you know the ones...
THIS !
“I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941…”
he did WHAT
kudos to Ncuti Gatwa to be the first doctor who to say Yas Queen, to an actual litteral queen
Aziraphale: Crowley, dear, are you...crying?
Crowley: nO i'm having an allergic reaction
Aziraphale: to what?
Crowley: ...life.
my cat at 3am on a school night
after careful consideration, i decided that meow meow meow meow meow
Crowley likes to give Aziraphale things from nature, mainly flowers and occasionally one of his houseplants (he claims that the bookshop had more sun for the plants, or that the flowers were given to him by his neighbour and he was going to throw them out) (Aziraphale knows the truth, though)
Aziraphale tends to lean towards more man-made gifts, especially sweet treats that he buys or even makes himself - after all, it was Crowley who first introduced him to food, so isn't it fitting that Aziraphale gives him something similar)
both of them love music, and will often dig up records and CDs of songs that they think the other will enjoy
they don't really announce those type of gifts, but Crowley will place a record (not bebop) in Aziraphale's gramophone/record player thingy, and Aziraphale will pop a new CD into the Bentley stereo
it makes them both so happy, doing these little things for each other, and they both blush adorably when receiving the same love and attention back <3
yeah that's right; below is my idea for the perfect Aziracrow wedding <3
they argue for ages about the venue until they see a news article saying that South Downs in England has officially re-introduced native nightingales into the area
and I mean, after seeing that, could they get married anywhere else?
Crowley in a dress.
a beautiful black lacy dress, complete with tall silver heels (not that he needs the extra height)
Aziraphale has a tartan bowtie, of course
they're both wearing a green carnation pinned to their lapels (Aziraphale got the idea from his dear friend Oscar)
when Aziraphale goes to walk down the aisle, time almost seems to slow down (and maybe it does; who knows?)
he's almost glowing a soft golden colour from the sheer joy
he gives the impression of a sunrise - warm, peaceful, and filled with hope for the coming day
Crowley, on the other hand, looks like a sunset
bold, elegant, and strong, never quiet the same from day to day, but with a hint of pink some nights, splashes of purples and blues on others - the kind of breathtaking view that makes you stop and watch for a while
standing together, they look like they were made for each (which, of course, they were)
not night and day, exactly, nor twilight and dusk, but the gorgeous bursts of colour that paint the earth's skies to celebrate the dawn of a new time and the completion of a finished one
even Gabriel and Beelzebub (who weren't on the list but showed up anyway) had to admit that they looked lovely
behind the archway is a delicate, shining stain glass window that depicts (in the most accurate detail you will ever find) the garden of Eden
if you look very closely, you might spot a couple of black scales amongst the branches of an apple tree, or a gleaming white feather or two
the archway that the couple is standing under is decorated with roses, some of which are colours that any gardening enthusiasts attending are pretty sure don't exist, or at least, haven't been discovered yet
on the left side the roses are a gorgeous, glossy black
on the right side, the roses are a fluffy, sun-catching white
as the roses get closer to the middle of the archway, they form a gradient, from black and white to a very light and a very dark grey
and right in the middle, hanging above the pair when they kiss, the roses are almost the colour of stars on a clear night
(Allies or Enemies by the Crane Wives)
The words I speak are wildfire and weeds, and they spread, like some awful damn disease, and I swear, I didn't mean what I said, I swear I didn't mean it.
Remember when I could tell you not smile when you were mad, and you'd always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end...now you're not so quick to forget.
Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me, this will be the death of me. All is fair on love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore, this will be the death of me.
What happens now? Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? I'll admit that I've had my doubts, but I want to be let in, not out, I want to be let in, not out...are we allies or enemies, this will be the death of me, this will be the death of me.
me, on the verge of tears: w-what?
Hey, hey guys! Guess what!
No nightingales!
I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.
Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."
Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.
Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.
Something like this:
We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--
--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.
But it turns out he was this:
!!!
With his curly little--!!
And his neat white--!!
IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:
"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."
(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)
In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.
In sum...an innocent.
(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.
We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.
Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)
So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--
*checks notes*
--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.
...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.
All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?
He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.
That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...
...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'
What does that tell us about who he was? Is?
Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.
Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."
And what reason does he give?
("I know you."
"You do not know me."
"I know the angel you were.")
What does that tell us about who he was? Is?
("The angel you knew is not me."
But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)
tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.
'Innocence died screaming' and all that.
yall the hyperfixations were hyperfixating so i made this blog about it They/He/She ❤🧡🤍🩷💜🤍💚 #translivesarehumanlives🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵
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